l am a god to myself, after all; who could be more cynical. Writer’s beat is just a small town in a big world, trying to match us. Pure as evil, hot as hell, sweet as the sugar, spice and everything nice!

A braver author would have written that a woman can look a the devil but he can’t do it otherwise—than telling him he is the devil. Well, being a woman, l am in the mood for more short story posts, and they are posts, not being wasted; just shunted to the side for humanity’s sake.

l’m kind of like the person whose greatest evil is to take advantage of someone whenever l can; my motives are usually carefree. l was ill-content by my writing skill to service anyone but myself. All my life, this was the case; now, no one understands me, and why can’t l be a maniac?

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l am a god to myself, after all; who could be more cynical. Writer’s beat is just a small town in a big world, trying to match us. Pure as evil, hot as hell, sweet as the sugar, spice and everything nice!

A braver author would have written that a woman can look a the devil but he can’t do it otherwise—than telling him he is the devil. Well, being a woman, l am in the mood for more short story posts, and they are posts, not being wasted; just shunted to the side for humanity’s sake.

l’m kind of like the person whose greatest evil is to take advantage of someone whenever l can; my motives are usually carefree. l was ill-content by my writing skill to service anyone but myself. All my life, this was the case; now, no one understands me, and why can’t l be a maniac?

Now this person I like.
I get.

As for "fixing" the Beat - I say WTF? - the site is free to us. And we can write more freely now than we ever could (I think).

So if this is the new normal it will work until the rent is up and the address no longer has occupancy ability.

The small town I live in has an array of graffiti - under bridges, under railroad tracks, on some run-down buildings along a bike path - signed by "USER." I've found myself wondering who this USER is. At first I thought it was just some junkie, or maybe a hobo, but then I found there are multiple art styles with the tag USER and some include a copyright or a trademark sign, which makes me think USER is not just one person. There's probably at least one USER who's never touched a needle; hipsters come a dime a dozen in a liberal arts college town.

I've thought about USER's character, trying to imagine who or what he or she is, but it's overwhelming to nail down specific qualities because there are many possibilities and I didn't know where to begin the description. I began with imagining USER's entangled counterpart: MANIAC. In that thought exercise, USER has no motivation, no drive, no measurable contributions to the universe. MANIAC on the other hand has too much motivation, too much drive and too many potential contributions to the universe. USER is everywhere. The universe needs MANIAC to prevent implosion.